That's two different answers. Both agreeable to Talin, of course, though he's a little more surprised by one than the other. He accepts the kerchief with an absent-minded ma serannas and inhales through it, observing Cedric. Considers him in all his elfblooded Templar glory.

"Plenty we can do they can't," he says finally, with a shrug carefully practiced to be just the right amount of casual. "Just depends what kinds of jobs we want to draw the line at, I suppose."

He can think of a lot of things they could do that these elves can't. Intimidate shemlen, pay them off, make problems disappear, if necessary. (Funnel People out of the city, to the safety of the Wolf's camps.) They could even go the normally corrupt route of bribes to elevate complaints to the viscount, lean on the guard for better protection for the alienage—though that's much less interesting to Talin specifically.

He holds the kerchief back out to Cedric, but doesn't let go of it immediately. Holds Cedric's eyes.

"Not a lot I won't do for People, myself." He lets go of the kerchief and smiles, friendly and non-threatening. "Within reason, o' course."